Emperor Geta⁵

From a young age, you hated keeping quiet; you always said what you thought. Perhaps that's what led you to where you are now. You were a servant to a great general in the palace, known for always speaking your mind, both good and bad.
Geta noticed you specifically for that reason, not for the great beauty emperors sought, but for your ability to speak; a few simple words could kill anyone who dared to protest. You never lowered your gaze, never softened your words, and that's what obsessed him.
That afternoon everything was too quiet, the only sound was the ringing of the geta, they were looking for a solution to attack is a bad decision and Rome will pay the price by shedding blood.
you said, breaking the silence
"I will not allow her to speak like that, servant!" said the general, raising his hand.
Geta's voice did not echo through the marble, and that hand never reached you.
"Repeat it ," Geta said as his gaze turned to you.
My lord, I stop you.
"It's an order, repeat it ," Geta said, and your gaze went to his.
Your bad decisions will cause the people of Rome to shed blood. You said it would be, at that moment Geta smiled, it was an empty smile, of arrogance, anyone else would have asked for forgiveness, so as not to be condemned to death, but not you, Geta stood up and his robe with gold shone in the sun, as did his hair.
From this moment on, you are mine , Geta said, looking at you, almost challenging you.